It's the darndest thing. I've lost my passport! I don't know how it happened, but I've searched my entire home, and it's nowhere to be found. Mind you, I've been looking since November, so if I haven't found it by now, it must be gone.
So I got all the application forms, and I must take a new picture, and find every other form of ID and proof that I exist that ever, well, existed. It is a cumbersome task, and it's really taught me a lesson. Though by personality I tend to be cluttered and loving it, there are some things that need to be organized. This paper trail colonoscopy is not my favorite way of spending a weekend.
Of course, as soon as I get a new passport, guess what will pop up on the kitchen table.